by
Pavel Chichikov on Apr 23, 2012 in
Poetry
Another Still
On the hillside, tall and green,
From a heart no longer clean
I rotted softly toward the stream
Softly rotted as I bent,
Measuring my slow descent,
Many seasons came and went
Sheltered from the north and west
Hungry beetles were my guests
Who ate the heartwood from my chest
Till my fibers giving, snapped
As I roared and fell and trapped
The little in my thunder clap
I am the poplar on the hill
Or if you wish another still,
A country will my fate fulfill
Pavel
July 26, 2011
Pavel Chichikov is a Washington DC-based poet and photographer. He has written for both the secular and the Catholic press on issues as diverse as Russian nuclear weapons systems, Olympic athletes, and miracles. His books include From Here to Babylon: Poems by Pavel Chichikov, Lion Sun: Poems by Pavel Chichikov, Mysteries and Stations in the Manner of Ignatius, and Animal Kingdom. Pavel may be heard reading his works on catholicradiointernational.com and on pavelreads.com. His poetry regularly appears on "The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov."